Invincible in the world of cultivation

"Fire Dragon Fist?"

"It requires fire attribute aura to perform!"

"But I don't have fire spiritual roots, where can I get fire attribute aura?"

Ye Feng thought with a confused face, and a stream of aura was added to his right hand, and the hot fire aura instantly covered his right hand completely.

? ? ?

With a thought, the hot fire aura instantly turned into water aura, and the coolness instantly filled the entire right hand.

Extremely sharp gold aura!

Extremely cold ice aura!

Full of vitality wood aura!

Thick and pure earth aura!

Wind aura that surges like the wind!

Ye Feng kept transforming the aura attributes. He couldn't believe that he had no spiritual roots, but he could transform the pure spiritual power in the spiritual sea in his body into auras of various attributes.

"Why not try the Fire Dragon Fist first?"

Unable to figure it out, Ye Feng was too lazy to think about it anymore. Instead, he wanted to try the martial arts he had just acquired, the Fire Dragon Fist.

"Ye Feng, get up quickly and go downstairs to have breakfast. Then we have to continue on our way."

Just then, Luo Wuming's voice rang out from outside the door.

"I'm coming!"

Ye Feng responded and temporarily gave up trying the Fire Dragon Fist. After getting dressed, he quickly walked out of the room and headed downstairs.

Half an hour later.

After eating and drinking, Luo Wuming summoned his flying sword and took Ye Feng to the Xingji Sect again.

Hmm?

After a while, Luo Wuming suddenly saw several high-grade spirit stones appear in Ye Feng's hands, which made him very confused. He didn't know what the other party was going to do with the high-grade spirit stones.

And when Luo Wuming saw Ye Feng throw all the high-grade spirit stones in his hands away, he was dumbfounded.

People are giving benefits in the sky, and windfalls?

Seeing Ye Feng not restraining himself but throwing away the stones continuously, Luo Wuming's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Although he was the leader of Wuji Sect and an eighth-level strong man in the Tribulation Realm, he didn't care about these top-grade spirit stones, but he couldn't stand seeing such a wasteful behavior!

This is pure waste!

"Ye Feng, although I don't know how many spirit stones and good things you have, you can't be so wasteful. When one day you have nothing, it will be too late even if you wake up at that time. Do you understand?"

Taking a deep breath, Luo Wuming also tried to persuade him with his rage.

"Master, do you know what is the most painful thing in a person's life?"

Hearing Luo Wuming's persuasion, Ye Feng also asked directly.

"Everyone has his own life, so the most painful thing for everyone in this life is different."

"For a sword fanatic who specializes in swordsmanship, the most painful thing is probably that he cannot comprehend the true meaning of sword when he is dying!"

"For an alchemist who specializes in alchemy, the most painful thing is probably that he has not refined a peerless elixir that will make him famous in history when he is dying!"

"For a formation master who specializes in formation, the most painful thing is probably that he has not created the strongest formation in his ideal before he dies!"

"Too many, even the ones I mentioned are a bit one-sided."

Hearing Ye Feng's question, Luo Wuming answered very seriously.

Hearing Ye Feng's question, Luo Wuming answered very seriously.

"Master, I don't know about other people's situations, but my most painful thing is definitely that people die, but the money is not spent."

After saying that, Ye Feng started throwing up high-grade spirit stones again. Countless high-grade spirit stones were thrown out by Ye Feng like flowers scattered by fairies. That was so arrogant!

"This, this prodigal son!"

Luo Wuming was so angry that he couldn't speak at all. He simply ignored him and wanted to see how long Ye Feng would throw.

It was getting close to evening!

Luo Wuming brought Ye Feng to Xingji Sect, and Ye Feng finally threw 100,000 high-grade spirit stones. He felt that his hands and arms were almost useless and ached.

"Is this Xingji Sect?"

After entering the sect, with its overlapping mountains, clear streams like mirrors, and magnificent halls, Ye Feng felt that Xinghun Sect was just a broken mountain. There was no comparison at all!

Because he had no spiritual roots, Ye Feng had never noticed that the concentration of spiritual energy here was many times stronger than that in Xinghun Sect.

"Deacon Song, this boy is my daughter's direct disciple. I brought him back this time to go to the Tiandao battlefield with my fellow brothers. I'll leave him to you for the next two days."

Soon, Luo Wuming brought Ye Feng to the inner gate and handed him over to an inner gate deacon. Before leaving, he reminded him, "Ye Feng, be quiet for the next two days. We will go to the Tiandao battlefield in three days."

"Deacon Song, I'll trouble you for the next few days."

After Luo Wuming left, Ye Feng also looked at the middle-aged man beside him with a humble face.

"It's a small matter. If you need anything in the next two days, just tell me."

Song Changyan also smiled and said hurriedly. After all, Ye Feng was Luo Qianxue's direct disciple. With this identity, even he dared not offend him.

"Deacon Song, why is it so lively over there?"

Ye Feng noticed that there were constant exclamations coming from the martial arts training ground not far away, and he asked with great curiosity.

"Today is the day when the outer disciples come to compete with the inner disciples. If you are interested, you can also go and occupy an arena to challenge them."

Song Changyan explained with a smile.

"Ding! Issue a random task. Please become the champion of the arena and defeat 100 opponents of the same level. If the task is successful, you will be rewarded with 500 prodigal points. If the task fails, 500 prodigal points will be deducted. You can refuse."

Just then, the system issued a random task again.

"Now my prodigal points have accumulated to 4,410 points. If I get these 500 points, it will be close to 5,000. When I accumulate 9,000, I will make another breakthrough in strength."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng walked directly to the martial arts training ground.

...

"Hey, who is that person? He is not wearing the sect robe of our Xingji Sect?"

"He actually went to an arena as well. Is he preparing to challenge?"

"Could it be that someone from another sect came to provoke him!"

As Ye Feng walked onto an empty arena, many inner and outer disciples whispered after seeing him.

"I, Ye Feng, am at the peak of the ninth level of Qidong Realm. I am the direct disciple of Master Luo Qianxue. I want to defend the ring here today. Please take care of me, fellow disciples."

Ye Feng stood on the ring, looking at the thousands of inner and outer disciples below, and loudly explained his identity and intentions.

"He is the direct disciple of the Saint?"

"What a lucky guy. I have heard that the Saint went out to establish a sect on her own. I just don't know how he was chosen by the Saint."

"If I can become the direct disciple of the Saint, I would be willing to shorten my life by decades!"

After learning about Ye Feng's identity, many male disciples showed envy and jealousy. After all, Luo Qianxue is not only the Saint of the sect, but also the cold goddess in the hearts of many male disciples.